The Real Rock Songtext
von Shinehead

To the real rock
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In the beginning there was nothing
So He created heaven and earth
And everything therein in turn gave birth
Yeah, last but not least He made man
To rule the land but man had a different plan
Understand? The snake had a trick up his sleeve
Fooled Adam and Eve, I′ma tell you who made 'em all leave
They tried to pull a fast one
But that was the first and last one
′Cause they got caught and guess who wasn't taking no shorts


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Romans, countrymen, lend me your ear
Eagle and bear, chop, you better pull up a chair
Yo, listen up, let me tell you what the deal was
Invent a drug so they could wipe us out, cuz
But the plan backfired so the jails got bigger
More guns for hire and they're very quick to pull the trigger
Running around with the notion that you can′t be stopped
But hey, you′re gonna have to answer to the real rock

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By the sweat of your brow you eat, that's how we′re living
He gave His own Son so that sins could be forgiven
'Cause in this day and age it′s a serious time
You gotta hear death, see and be blind
Through the park after dark when you walk, look behind
To avoid being the next victim of a crime
Yo, natural disasters are also a sign
Which is why I wrote this rhyme on behalf of the real rock

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Blessed are the poor in spirit, theirs is the kingdom of heaven
Cut the bragging, dragon, I don't wanna hear it
Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted
On the strength word is born, yes
Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth
Disobey, get in the way and you will get hurt
For those of you tripping who seem to be locked on your own jock
You′re gonna have to answer to the real rock

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I ain't a prophet and I sure ain't on a good guy trip
When provoked I′ll flip so button your lips
Save the shit, some of us get on stage bragging about our credentials

Claim to be hard and you ain′t even Prudential
I'd sure feel stupid bragging about my fortune and fame

Up on stage giving praise to my own name
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I won′t fess, so don't distress the S
As entertainers we were put in a position to teach

Not abuse the freedom of speech
Yo, you know who you are and you just might get
Extremely upset or break out in a cold sweat
At it again, your brain is numb
Forgive them, Father, for they knoweth not what they′ve done
Yo, the public made ya, you owe 'em a lot
For what you got, most of all give thanks and praise to the real rock

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